CHAPTER 21
MIAWhen the elevator doors had closed last night, I’d felt nothing but pain and regret. I’d wanted to run down the stairs, meet him on the ground floor, tell him that I didn’t mean any of it, that I was just hurting really badly … but I couldn’t get myself to move from my spot.
I glanced into the hospital bathroom mirror, promised myself that I wouldn’t cry again, and applied some mascara. The light in this room wasn’t the best for putting on makeup, but I didn’t have a way to get home to get ready there.
The bathroom door opened, and I listened to someone sigh.
“Mia, are you seriously getting ready in the damn hospital?” Serena asked. She walked over to me and grabbed the mascara, tilted my head toward her, and started applying it for me. “Let me help.”
After taking a deep
